Xuan Yuanlin and Mo Qingchen nearly choked on their own saliva; the scene was just too bizarre. Could it be...?
Mo Qingcheng spoke in a sarcastic tone, her mockery echoing through the air. The cries of the evil spirits rose and fell, deafening and increasingly eerie in the mist.
The evil spirit roared, originally focused on dealing with Mo Qingcheng, but was blocked by Xuan Yuanlin. The two fought fiercely, and the sky and earth darkened.
Mo Qingchen took a deep breath. She couldn't afford to lose face with the man; she would just go for it.
The three fought alongside the evil spirit, their battle raging until the sky darkened. As for the Lan and Qiao families, it was good enough that they didn't stab each other in the back.
It wasn't that they didn't want to, but they were blocked by a transparent barrier, leaving them helpless and unable to do anything about it.
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Qingchen and the other two collapsed on the ground, exhausted and motionless. The evil spirits vanished into dust.
"Qingcheng, are you alright?" Mo Qingchen's face was dark, and his wounds were being attacked by ghost energy, making him feel terrible, but he couldn't help but worry about Mo Qingcheng's condition.
Mo Qingcheng was slightly taken aback, her heartstrings were touched, and a thought flashed by so quickly that it was impossible to catch.
Suddenly, Qiao Xuan and Lan Shuangqin's earth-shattering, heart-wrenching wails startled everyone.
Mo Qingcheng curled her lips and lazily yawned. If it weren't for that scoundrel and the refined scoundrel being there, she would have already retreated into her space, taken a hot bath, cooked a couple of dishes, and had a little wine. Wouldn't that have been better?
The Qiao and Lan families were thrown into chaos as a monster emerged from the black mist and launched a fierce attack. The two families accused each other of inaction.
Mo Qingcheng's dark eyes sparkled, brimming with a gossipy quality, as if she wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of things, making her irresistibly captivating...
Across from him, the man stared in disbelief for a moment, his face flushing red. He turned his head away, "I didn't see it, I didn't see it, nobody saw it..."
Mo Qingcheng glanced back at him, "Xuanyuan, are you sick?"
"I am ill, and you have the cure, madam?"
"Get lost!" Mo Qingcheng glared at Xuan Yuanlin. The dog of a man's sudden change in attitude was truly... speechless.
Mo Qingchen held his breath and, seeing the two get up, quickly followed them, keeping as far away as possible from the Lan and Qiao families.
The Mo brothers, not having been abandoned, were filled with mixed emotions, following closely behind without a word. However, both brothers were incredibly astute; whoever had the power to speak was the stronger one, and they didn't have to worry about anything—wasn't that great?
After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mo Qingcheng and her group found themselves back at the starting point.
"Sister Qingcheng, is there a formation here too?" Mo Qingchen was surprised. Could it be that they would perish here?
"No!"
"That is..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man beside him retorted sarcastically, "Young Master Mo, where's your face?"
Mo Qingchen was truly furious, completely ignoring Xuan Yuanlin's identity. "Young Master Xuan Yuan, what's the point of you continuing this entanglement? Why not just go back to where you came from?"
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
Ha, why did you bring him here for the last kill?
After some discussion, everyone agreed that they would follow Mo Qingcheng wherever she went.
Hehe, bring it on if you dare!
The screams grew louder and louder. Mo Qingcheng closed her eyes. This game is no fun at all. Who will save this lady?
"Ah—help—"
Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but frown: "What the hell is this thing? Why don't you tell me?"
Bai Yuemei, who was squatting next to Mo Qingcheng, turned pale and almost fainted...
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